A womans poem

I'm working feverishly on my next posting but haven't put the finishing touches on it. Hopefully this little poem I found will hold you over until tomorrow...

A WOMAN'S POEM

Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who's not a creep.
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long.
One who thinks before he speaks.
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's rich and self-employed.
And when I spend, he won't be annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand.
Massage my feet and help me stand.
Oh send a king to make me queen.
A man who loves to cook and clean.
I pray this man will love no other.
And relish visits with my mother.

A MAN'S POEM

I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac gymnast
With big tits who owns a bar on a golf course
And loves to send me fishing and drinking.
This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.